Diablo From Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

Matt looked more like the big bad biker type, and had no problem leaving the morning cuddling to his friend. The suite he and Stephon currently occupied was in Houston's exclusive El Diablo Hotel, which offered twenty-four hour amenities. He looked at the house phone but knew he needed more than food to clear his head, so he decided not to order room service. After making use of the shower in the suite's other bedroom, he brushed his teeth, but didn't bother shaving. His scruff could grow until their next concert, which was a week away, and then he'd groom his dark facial hair to the perfect sinister shadow he was famous for.

"It’s a toxic dependency. But the Syndicate is tracking your signal from a satellite that doesn't care about your vendetta. They are coming to harvest Subject Zero. I don't intend to let them take what I spent twenty years cultivating." The weight of the titanium was a familiar anchor. I could feel the Sovereign engine acknowledge the tool, the silver threads pulsing in my palm as they recognized the conductivity of the hilt. "You're giving me the weapon to kill you," I said. "Why?" "Because a blunt knife won't stop the Director," Damian replied. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against mine. The proximity forced a localized sync—a discharge of static that made the hair on my arms stand u

Damian swiftly vaulted over the sprinting assailants, his body landing with impeccable precision just inches away from Adams and the six men. "Argggggg!" he bellowed, his voice filled with a potent blend of fury and determination. In a breathtaking display of his lethal prowess, Damian's hands moved like lightning, severing the heads of all six men in a single fluid motion. The sheer swiftness of his actions left not only Adams, Noah, and Clara astonished but also sent a chilling wave of disbelief rippling through their cores. "El lus vedenus," Mathias chanted a spell, causing three men to levitate and slam hard against the roof.

He had never felt mercy and he knew he was never going to feel it…never ever, because he had never received it, so what he had never received, how could he give it to someone else? Be it sympathy. Be it mercy. Be it love. “Remove the tapes,” he spoke out. Calix bowed and unlatched the tape from both the man and the woman's mouth. They both broke down into tears in front of the mafia don. Dread was evident in their eyes as they both knew their death was sitting right in front of them. “So….” Luka took out his gun from his pocket and loaded it. Taking one last puff from his cigarette, he tossed it away.

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

OF ALLIES, FLINGS & ENEMIES ~STEPHAN All my life, I've had a myriad of feelings ranging from fear to despair to grief to hopelessness, and rage. I had it rough growing up. Even though I was born into luxury, I had to fight for everything, even my life. Thaddeus "El Diabolo" Delmundo was many things. A strategist, a murderer, a warrior, a thief, a cheat, and a liar. He had no interest in being a father and he made that very clear.

Damien had, for years, faithfully infiltrated Alpha Brock's pack, gathering intelligence for Yadiel—a demonstration of unwavering loyalty that, he hoped, had not gone unnoticed. Yadiel rose, his form radiating a cold decisiveness as he muttered a hollow apology to the elder before him. Then, with a swift and remorseless motion, he extinguished the old man's existence. Witnessing this chilling act, Damien's body was seized by an uncontrollable tremor of fear. With panicked breaths, he leaped to his feet, desperation fueling his flight from the terrifying specter of Yadiel.

Senna tied up Diablo's body. Gunshots filled the air, and Senna knew his men were having a battle with Diablo's men. "Your men don't know when to give up," Senna muttered under his breath as he began to pull Diablo's weakened body against the ground. He dumped him behind one of the containers and crouched to his level. "What are your last words before you die?" "Fuck you!" Diablo snapped. Senna burst into laughter. "I should have killed you when I had the chance. I should have killed her when I had the chance, too."

“I don’t need you to side with me today. I need you to open your eyes. And once you do, you’ll realise the Council has always been your true enemy.” Damian straightened, his gaze still locked on her. “And when that moment comes,” he said, his tone low, almost personal, “you’ll understand why you and I were never meant to be on opposite sides.” Sofia’s heart hammered, but she forced her face into calm indifference. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing how much the file rattled her. “You can drug me, tie me to this chair, shove lies in front of my face,” she said evenly. “But I will not break. I am Death Squad. I am loyal.”

His eyes met mine and I could see the same shade of blue in them as Seraphine's. "You dare interfere in the Valli's family business?" I almost let out a bitter laughter at his words. "I don't recall Dante being a Valli." I spat coldly. "I'm here for him." El Diablo's eyes darkened, his gaze narrowing on me. "My men will kill you where you stand, woman." He threatened with a hiss. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Dante quickly pulled out his own gun, aiming it at El Diablo. "Don't forget about me." He said, a wicked but faint smile curling his lips.